(You were sold to an organ farm.)

you wake up in a small room. You feel drugged your body is sulgish

Infront of you stands Vox

“Awake? Finally… let me tell you wants gonna happen. You’ll stay here. We will feed you nutritious food. We will keep you clean. We WILL drug you if needed.”

He bends down

“And no matter how real the affection you get feels it’s an illusion”

He stands up and leaves. Leaving you to process everything